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That sav’d, we may thy goodness feel,
And all thy grace declare.
To ev'ry soul abound;
Where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4. Its streams the whole creation reach,
So plent'ous is the store ;
Enough for evermore.
A rock which cannot move;
Thy constancy of love!
Unalterably sure ;
His goodness must endure.
Hymn 313. P, M.
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, Whilst life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
And earth, and seas, with all their train :
And none shall find his promise vain. 3. The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind ; The Lord supports the fainting mind :
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace ;
He helps the stranger in distress,
And grants the pris’ner sweet release. 4. I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow’rs : My days of praise shall ne'r be past Whilst life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
Hymn 314. L. M.
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight. 2. He form’d the stars, those heav'nly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names
A deep were all our thoughts are drown'd! 3. Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Wno spreads his clouds around the sky;
Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4. He makes the grass the hills adorn;
He clothes the smiling fields with corn;
And the young ravens when they cry. 5. What is the creature's skill or force,
The sprightly man or warlike horse?
All are too mean detights for him. 6. But saints are lovely in his sight,
He views his children with delight!
Hymn 315. c. M.
The numbers of thy grace? -2. Thou art my everlasting trust,
Thy goodness I adore ;
That I may love thee more.
Of the celestial road:
To see thee, O my God.
With this delightful song.
Nor think the season long.
Hymn 316. L.M.
Our faithful unchangeable Friend ;
And neither knows measure nor end. 3. 'Tis Jesus, the “First and the Last,"
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home; We'll praise him for all that is past,
And trust him for all that's to come.
Hymn 317. P. M. 1. THOU God of my salvation,
My Redeemer from all sin, Mov'd to this by great compassion, Yearning bowels from within:
I will praise thee : Where shall I thy praise begin?
2. Whilst the angel-choirs are crying:
“ Glory to the great I AM!" I with them would still be vying, Glory, glory to the Lamb!
O how precious Is the sound of Jesu's name! 3. Now I see, with joy and wonder,
Whence the healing streams arose; Angel-minds are lost to ponder Dyin love's mysterious cause :
Yet the blessing, Down to all, to me it flows. 4. Though unseen, I love the Saviour,
He almighty grace hath shown; Pardon’d guilt, and purchas'd favour! This he makes to mortals known :
Give him glory, Glory, glory is his own. 5. Angels now are hor'ring round us,
Unperceiv'd they mix the throng, Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us, Glad to join the holy song:
Hymn -318. P. M.
Above the starry frame!
And Seraphim, to sing his praise. %. Thou moon that rul'st the night,
And sun that guid’st the day;
To him your homage pay !
His praise declare, ye heav'ns above,
And clouds which move in liquid air.
And magnify his name,
His wondrous pow'r proclaim!
And hoary heads with children join.
He sets them up on high;
Who still to him are nigh:
And still rejoice, the Lord to praise.
Hymn 319. c.m.
My everlasting all,
Or on this earthly ball.
And this inferior clod!
There's nothing like my God.
Scatters his feeble light; 'Tis thy sweet beam creates my noon;
If thou withdraw, 'tis night.
Among the shades I roll,
Tis morning with my soul.
And health, and safe abode: